Stress. It’s a killer.
 
I’m used to pushing my body to the limit. Long hikes, row boating, spelunking, and the occasional wood cutting for firewood—all second nature to me. I’d say it takes alot to get me exhausted.
 
College exams however… It can kill you.
 
And I don’t mean ‘exhaust your body til your out of breath’ kill you either. I mean “STOP OR MY BRAIN WILL EXPLODE” kill you. And I’m not even the one taking the exams! How is it that I feel like I’ve been put through three hang overs?!
 
A hand rested on my cold shoulder suddenly, the slender arm it was attached to, and the face at end suddenly made everything clear. Despite the worried look on her face.
 
“I do really appreciate that you came to help me study. But you really didn’t have to-”
 
Ahh that’s right. I did it for her. She always did make these things seem so flawless whenever she took point. She’s in her element. Her mind, an unfathomable fortress of unending knowledge.
 
Studying was one part of her life I wasn’t part of.
 
And I really wanted to be.
 
 
“….”
 
Crap did I say that out loud?
 
Twilight nodded, turning away. A tinge of color flushing behind her glasses.
 
“T-there is something I do need your help with. It’s quite. An “intrusive” study method. And I could really use your help putting it into practice.”
 
Study method eh. Not sure my brain can take any more, but for you– I’d catch a grenade for ya.
 
Twilight smiled.
 
A split second later my back was against the wall, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. A nervous yet excited expression flickering on her face. Are we doing a physics study method? Weight, energy, mass for–oh that’s her hand.
 
“… You and I…. We don’t practice this method….as often as we l-llike. A-and erm…. I wanted to t-test my theory.”
 
 
Theory?
 
“…T-that even if I were to start practicing this. with you. on you…. You wouldn’t resist.”
 
 
This is the first time you’ve been aggressive.
 
 
“…don’t say that! don’t even bring it up! DON’T THINK IT.”
 
HARD TO DO THAT WHEN YOU’RE DOING THAT THING I LIKE…. ON MY NECK.
 
 
“…. Studying and practicing what I study is what I do best. What better way to have you part of that, than be the one to be studied and practiced on.”
 
–– I honestly can see that sentence being used on me in two ways. This exact situation right now…. and before surgery.
 
 
“hahhahaha! Now you’re being silly. rustling clothes No stay still. Let me see what I can do about that headache of yours. I hear coffee helps.”
 

 
 
That was hot. It really was. I mean the coffee. It was scalding.
 
“I’m sorry! I thought it would–uhhh- help the mood? If I poured it on you… like it said in that book with Chocolate. I know they are different but they are both stimulants!”
 
 
ow. I love you. Ow. But first— that’s chocolate syrup. Second—this is hot coffee. Very different. ow.
 
My chest is gonna need some burn ointment for a few days.
 

 

 

 
Woot done with this one. Story was haphazardly written as I was leaving to go home.
 
Haven’t drawn SCi-TWI as much. or at all, other than that one sketch.
 
So HERE WE ARE!